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Monday, April 19, 2010

Not Exactly a Volcano...

.This is the cover illustration for Comet in Moominland, by Tove Jansson.

In the comic strip version of the story, the comet hits Moominvalley and destroys the landscape, but immediately the flowers begin to bloom again. (I always think it's interesting to factor in that Jansson said she began to write the sweet but weird Moomin stories in response to World War II in Finland.)

Busy today, going over the layout of the Slovakia geography book (which I turned in last summer) one last time before it goes to the printer. It's fun to see the photos and captions in place. Soon, Finland will be ready to go too; though I won't see the actual books for a couple more months.Blogging is so much better for instant gratification.

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That's such a beautiful picture that by all rights should be scary but manages to be mostly just eerie and almost sweet. Why are the people walking around on stilts? That's the detail that makes it for me, somehow.

Something about the round bend of the flames make the comet look almost benevolent.

And the flowers immediately blooming again! What a quietly hopeful notion, both for the world and the individual. (I think we'd be in a bit more trouble than the Moomins if a comet hit earth, but it's nice to think that there is wide-spread bloom after personal "comets".)

Hi, Fresca. I finished a book too. I wish I had better proofreaders because at the last moment I noticed a large chunk missing. My books aren't as exciting as yours. They are just 300-page+ books of a huge annual report for the organization I work for. Lots of history in them, however, that needs to be right. Was able to get a new copy to the printer in time. It is fun to see the immediate publication of a blog, isn't it? I think that's what I like most about all this.

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